Minos: Dark Times [IC]

[Berand]

OOC Thread

Round 1
Spring, 1409 AP

It's a warm, sunny day in the city of Engoth, one of the first after a long winter. The occasional pile of snow still lingers in areas that are perpetually shadowy, but even those are beginning to melt and dissipate. Green is starting to appear all around, as the wildlife comes alive after a season of hibernation. The air is crisp, tinged with the scent of salty ocean air. Even the birds have started singing.

None of this really matters at the Whispering Woman Inn, where the air smells predominately of stale beer and unwashed bodies (What did you expect? Every adventure starts at a freakin' Inn. I think it's in the DM's guide). The shoddily-constructed building does nothing to block out the raucous sound of the docks nary a block away. Despite it being only mid-day, the Inn is reasonably crowded. None of the Inns along the wharf operate on a traditional day-night schedule – rather they operate on the docking schedules of new ships. Apparently a rather large one has just come to port, because there are drunken sailors everywhere. By and large the Whispering Woman is about as standard as an Inn can get. The only feature that stands out is a large board nailed to the wall near the door, above which is a smaller board with crude red lettering spelling out "Contracts." Pieces of parchment are stuck up all over the large board with pins and the occasional rusty old knife. A closer inspection reveals mostly wanted adds - vessels needing sailors or guards, merchants heading to the mines needing guards, wagon trains heading to Castle Seraphim needing guards, a local business looking for a bodyguard to watch wares, a merchant needing escort for a trip to the main land, and even a recruiting poster for the Engoth militia, stamped with the seal of the Knighthood.

About half the tables in the place are occupied, and while brawls are not at all uncommon in the Whispering Woman, the atmosphere is good-natured for the time being. A fat bartender wipes down the bar with a dirty rag, pulling the occasional mug of beer for a customer, or shouting at the serving wenches when new patrons come in. The only people of note in the place are two men standing near the contract board engrossed in conversation. One is armed with a fancy sliver-hilted rapier and dressed in the uniform of a ranking officer of some merchants guild or other private organization, though no specific marks indicate exactly who he works for. The other is dressed in plain, though clean, clothes with a dark cape and a short sword. There is nothing particular about him that stands out, but it only takes a short moments notice to realize that he is the subject of regular stares, and the other people in the room give him a wide berth. The two seem to be minding their own business though.

[SandDemon]

Durgrin

The door to the Whispering Woman Inn swings open as a particularly well-armored dwarf wades his way through the sea of giants, trying to make his way to the contract board. "Get movin', ya can stare at meh once I'm past ya!" One particularly large and particularly drunk customer seems to be enjoying his post blocking the dwarf passage, until he takes a plated fist to the groin. His pals seem to enjoy it as he crumbles over, the dwarf tired of waiting. He comes to stop behind the two looking at the contract board, obviously blocked by their height from seeing anything. Too annoyed at this point to get physical again, he shouts "By Reorx, ya gonna hog the work or let meh look!"

Reorx, please let there be something so I can pay back my debt.

ooc: also try and pick different colors, guys

[Sirrion]

Torkai

Sauntering down the stairs with his shirt sticking out of his breeches, a darkly tanned man makes his way to the bar. As he flashes a grin and slides past those that might block the way of a larger man, he quickly moves to tuck in the loose ends of his shirt. "Barkeep, Ale!" he says, flipping a gold coin to the barkeep. "Nothing quenches the thirst after the workout I've had like a tankard of ale" he says with a wink at the man sitting next to him. As soon as the bartender sets down the ale in front of him the drink is in the hands of the young man and drained in a few short gulps. With a satisfied sigh, he turns around on his stool to take a look about the bar with a mischievous look in his eyes. Pulling a dagger from a sheath on his waist he begins cleaning his nails while studying the other patrons.

Well then, another long voyage done and my contract is up. Perhaps it is time to find some other work, make a name for myself…something that pays a bit better hopefully.

[Ilhares]

Cilene, and companion.

Having arrived not too long after the armor-plated midget-toss contestant demonstrated the proper high-five to a surprised participant, a pair of rather unobtrusive bookworms briskly step inside the taven door. Speaking in a semi-frustrated tone, the tawny woman addresses her pale-skinned companion, "Look, I get it, alright? That isn't what I was saying at all, I just meant that at this point in our studies, I'd rather consider some less noble pursuits for a time. Look near those two, over there", she says gesturing to the people at the large bulletin board.

"I'll take care of getting a table and some drink, just.. find something so we can keep financing our education."

With that, the woman heads towards an empty table near the hearth, gesturing towards the barkeep, or perhaps one of his serving girls (it seems evident to all but the oblivious she doesn't care which) she extends two fingers up, then points at the table. Taking her seat, she glances around the tavern, somewhat snobbishly.

Oh my, look at that one.. no no, don't tuck the shirt in it's- fine, fine. Mmm. Fresh off the boat and already going upstream.. By the gods, don't let the boy pick a job that nets us even more trouble.

Waiting for the ale to arrive, she begins to keep a wary eye on her clean-shaven and youthful companion.

[Noldruk]

Kellin

..ugh.. I think I may have drank too much.

Lifting his head from the stein in front of him, he peers blurry-eyed around the common room from the small table he had drank himself a part of, and counted the number of patrons in a practiced way he had of focussing his mind.

..Come on. We do this often. One. Two. Three, Four. Five. Six. Hmm.. Four. When did she arrive?.

Pulling a small pinch of tobacco from a pocket within his cloak, he thumbs it into an ornate wooden pipe. Puffing a few times to light it, he looks again at the female sitting alone. She neither looked local, nor particularly foreign. Something was odd, though. She holds her head high as a noble would, and the crystal upon her certainly cost a pretty copper, he thought, yet something inside him refused to acknowledge any nobility in her blood. Standing wearily, Kellin makes his way to Cilene, smiling slightly in spite of the concentration it takes. Gesturing to an empty chair as he approaches, he asks, 'Madam. I noticed your appraisal of this tavern and, while you'd often find me inclined to agree, it is likely the best place you'll find coin to be made. May I sit?'

As if the question where rhetorical, he sat down, smiling slightly as he locked eyes with the woman across from him, and lifted his pipe to his lips...

[tehsnarf]

Coignar

Walking in a few steps behind Cilene, Coignar nods and proceeds to slink and nudge his way towards the bulletin board and makes a quick appraisal.

Hrmm... those two looking interesting, that one probably should be avoided, and maybe that one if we're desperate.

Nodding to himself, he quickly glances around looking for his companion he entered in with. Finally spotting her near the hearth, he diligently takes the shortest and quickest path that would get him there, patrons be damned.

Arriving at the table, he grabs an empty seat (from nearby, if he has to) and plops down next to her and leans in, completely ignoring the other gentleman sitting next to her attempting to strike up a conversation.

'There are a few that look appealing, one that I wouldn't send your mother on, and another if we're in a hurry. Woman, I swear to the gods above and some below, if you don't mind your tongue... well, we'll just leave it at that, shall we?' he says in a jokingly sarcastic tone, very obviously making eye contact with her.

Finally acknowledging the additional member of the table, Coignar slightly smiles, mostly to himself, and comments Her company isn't cheap; all that is holy knows I'm still paying for it. Name's William, and if you buy us another round, I can promise you it'll make sitting here much more tolerable.

[Berand]

Round 2

Durgrin:
Their conversation interrupted, the two men near the contracts board look down at the dwarf in surprise. The man dressed in the uniform raises both his eyebrows as he appraises the newcomer. The other man in the cape steps back with a disinterested look on his face, but anyone watching closely has the distinct impression that in the two-second glance he gave the dwarf, he already knows everything about him including how much he weighs and what he had for lunch.

The uniformed man also takes a step back. "A thousand pardons, master dwarf. Far be it for me to stand in the way of someone looking for gainful employment." He casts a glance over his shoulder at the man he had been speaking with.

"I don't believe we have any further business Jelak?" The man in the cape nods curtly and turns to leave.

The uniformed man's attention returns to the dwarf after a quick glance at the contract board. "Looking for that sort of work, are you now? Allow me to introduce myself - my name is Burgoth, representative of the Engothian Silver Guild. You seem a solid fellow, and I'm looking for a group of exactly that. I can assure you the pay is better then anything you'll find posted there. Interested?"

Cilene, Coignar, Kellin:
A particularly ugly serving wench saunters over to your table, chewing rather obnoxiously on something. She's of average height, with a crooked nose and a mop of snarly unkempt brown hair. Her dirty, shapeless dress doesn't do much to cover the rolls of fat underneath. She even has a mole with a long dark hair growing out of it on her cheek. So, pretty much par for the course when it comes to homely serving wenches in seedy taverns.

"Getch'a somtin'? Ale's a copper, stew be two copper."

She chews away at whatever is in her mouth in earnest, her eyes unfocused while she studiously looks over all your heads at nothing, waiting for your answer.

[Noldruk]

Kellin

Barely nodding at William in understanding, Kellin turns to acknowledge the server. Looking up at the bar wench with a somewhat familiar smile, he reaches into his noticeably large coin purse and pulls free a gold coin, winking as he lays the mark on her tray.

'My dear, bring us three stews and three ales, and if we don't have to wait for our glasses refilled, you can expect another like this,' motioning to the coin, 'when we are finished.'

Returning his attention to the table, Kellin whispers at a near inaudible volume 'The stew's not half bad, but only slightly better than half good.' Shrugging slightly, he adds in normal tone, 'the ale is good, though. So.. what brings you this way? Were you coming or going.... His eyes and voice trail off as a fairly attractive woman glides near the table and wanders out the front door. Looking back to the table with a start, he appears almost as surprised that he looked as he was for being caught looking.

'Apologies. Now, you were saying..?

[Ilhares]

Cilene

Even the trollops are low class here? I do hope they're cleaner than they are attractive. They'd better be for the kind of coin this drunkard is throwing around.

Pulling her caustic gaze away from the serving wench and glancing at the bar briefly, Cilene turns to eye the newcomer a bit more closely. Adjusting the small spectacles on the bridge of her nose, she says "I wasn't, actually, but there's no harm in some light conversation, and since you're buying the ale it's no hair off my chin. My boy William and I are recently arrived. It was hinted on the voyage that this was the kind of establishment were we could find some form of light employ."

Leaning forward, placing her elbows on the table, she continues.

"With the.. disruptions, if you will, on the mainland, we thought perhaps this would be a more peaceful place to pile up some coin for our future endeavors. Speaking of which, you don't seem to be suffering any shortage. You've rather overpaid based on what you asked for. Are you, perhaps, soliciting assistance?"

Holding up a hand quickly, she adds with an unpleasant smile, "Let me be sure to be clear on this - regardless of William's innuendo, you really couldn't afford my rates for the kinds of services the wench here might take you up on, so please don't insult me or waste our time on that topic."

:: For those actually paying attention ::

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As Cilene (who has yet to identify herself) leans forward, the cape hanging off her shoulder will lift to reveal the head of a small mace swinging lightly under her arm. Depending on the lighting from the fireplace, it may be evident that it is crafted from some form of crystal or other gemstone.

[tehsnarf]

Coignar

Coignar grabs the attention of the serving wench before she runs off, and whispers to her:

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"And while you're at it, bring us a few loaves of bread and some dried meats. Whatever I can get with the change of that coin my friend gave you. And make sure you put that sweet ass on double time, we've not got all day."

You can never beat a free meal on another's copper. Even with how little she (Cilene) eats. And what does this horses ass want? There's no way under the stars they could've known we'd be HERE of all places...

[SandDemon]

Durgrin

"Apologies Burgoth, eh...never heard of the Engothian Silver Guild, although I'd beh admittin' this my first time out in awhile. Name's Durgrin, faithful of the great Reorx but before I shake ya hand, I'll be needin' details to see if what ya sayin' beh true." Durgrin seems to analyze the man as he talks, casually side-stepping him so he can also glance at the board as well. After he's reached his destination, he juts a thumb at the cloaked man turning to leave and says in an intimidating tone, "And what's with the stick in that man's hole?"

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I'd like to do a few separate things here:
Sense motive on the guy to see if his intent is truly honest, maybe get a hunch: (1d20+8)[21]
Diplomacy check to try and improve his attitude since we started off a bit rough: (1d20+7)[10]
Intimidate check on the prick leaving (1d20+1)[3]

A bit roll happy, but wanted to see how you'd handle it for a first time.

[Sirrion]

Torkai

Motioning the bartender for two more tankards of ale, Torkai slips his dagger back away and turns his attention to the loud mouthed dwarf by the contract board.

Either this dwarf is gonna start a brawl to tear this inn apart with his actions…and wouldn’t that be fun… Or he might just be looking to take on a contract. If so, he might need a quick blade to guard his back, for the right price…

Tossing another gold coin to the bartender and picking up the fresh ales, Torkai hops up from his stool and makes his way to the dwarf. ”A good day to you, master dwarf. You look to be a might thirsty.” he says in a rough dwarven tongue. Offering the tankard of ale, he peers over the dwarf’s shoulder to take a look at which contract might have caught his eye.

[Berand]

Round 3

Coignar, Cilene, Kellin:
The butt-ugly serving wench wanders back to the bar without a word to fill your orders.

Durgrin and Torkai:
Burgoth nods absently, looking slightly amused. The other man continues on his way out the door without looking back.

"Well good dwarf, I think he didn't hear you, making us all lucky today." He pauses thoughtfully. "Unless you prefer to have the thieves guild on your case, that is." He chuckles ruefully at his own clever joke. "If that's so, I suggest you go and run him down and repeat what you said. Saying that to one of the highest-ranking fellows in the Engoth thieves guild is bound to satisfy your suicidal tendencies!"

He chuckles some more, then throws up his hands. "Oh! Should you happen to chose that route, do bring back the racketeering money I paid him for this month, and I'll toss you a few coins!"

He shakes his head, obviously still amused. "Anyhow, foolhardiness is sometimes a good trait, in this line of work. As I said, I represent the Engothian Silver Guild. We're the largest mover of silver in the Kingdom, and we're the best at what we do because we own every level of the supply chain. Our own mines, our own transport, our own smithies, and our own shipping lines to the mainland, where we own the jewelers that sell the finished products." He clearly looks somewhat proud as he speaks. "We have our own guards as well, but on occasion we do employ... how do you say... outside contractors."

He glances up as Torkai approaches and leans in, then continues. "I need a band of toughs that can head up to our mine a days travel north of here, on the south-eastern edge of Batterstone Mountain, meet up with our wagons and escort them back to our warehouse here in town. We deal occasionally with bandits on the route, and rarely pests will come down from the mountain and cause troubles."

"The companies base pay is 75 gold per guard, per day right now, for anyone that seems up to the challenge that we've never worked with. Once you're proven trustworthy and capable, we pay 100 per day on any future work, both here and on the mainland. Bonuses for extra danger, of course. You keep any loot you come across, as long as it's not our product, naturally. This is a two-day job, no bonus hazard pay, and I figure I'll need at least five or six of you, depending on how big your cajoles are."

He arches an eyebrow at the dwarf, then at Torkai.

Drugrin's rolls:

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Intimidate: Fortunately the guy left without hearing you. Once your sense catches up to your fast tongue, you're pretty sure it would have been a bad idea.

Diplomacy: You can't tell for sure, but the guy seems fairly amiable toward you.

Sense Motive: You get a very strong sense over the course of the conversation - this man is being truthful with you. Not because of any benevolent of kindly attitude about him, rather because you get the strong impression that he doesn't give two ****s about you. You're quite sure if you said "no way" and left, he would be entirely un-phased, and go on to looking for others.

[SandDemon]

Durgrin

"If we're talking cajoles size, all ya beh needin' is meh HA!" Durgrin laughs as he looks over the man that joined the discussion. Shaking his head, he politely declines the ale...for the moment. "Let meh get a job then we'll celebrate, eh? Keep up that good negotiatin' with meh though and ya might get to get in on it." Turning back to Burgoth, his attitude changes to interest (don't screw this up, Durgrin) and sticks his hand out to shake. "Looks like I beh owe'n you that shake since it seems ya got yourself one of tha best workin' for ya now. Let's talk details and I'll wrangle an' lead a group o' dah best for the job. It's what I do!"

Praise Reorx, always be lookin' out for meh

[Berand]

Round 3a

Durgrin:

Burgoth nods in satisfaction. "Good. Take the north gate out of Engoth and follow the road that skirts the harbor heading north and east. It's a well-established road, so you shouldn't have any troubles. When you get to the base of the mountain turn east toward the ocean. If you leave tomorrow morning on horseback - which I strongly suggest - you should hit the mine well before dark."

He starts to head toward the bar, motioning for one of the tavern wenches, then turns back. "Oh, and I'll need a list of the names of the people in your party before you go, so I can make sure you get credit for completing the job. Our man at the warehouse will see that you're paid when you arrive with the wagons - the drivers know where to go."

OOC:

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Everyone needs to talk to Drugrin about getting in on this little shindig. There's a strong likely hood that you all overheard the exchange here - it's not a big bar.

[Sirrion]

Torkai

Leaning against the wall, the tan young man says to the dwarf,”Well then, it seems you might be in need of a quick blade and I could surely use a little extra money. What say you, shall I join you in this contract? Oh, and if you are as thirsty as you look, you better take this ale before I decide to drain it myself!” As if to suit his words, he takes a long drink from his tankard while waving the other toward the dwarf. With a loud content belch, the young man says ”By the way, the name is Torkai.”

[Ilhares]

Cilene

While at least trying to pretend to pay attention to the person at the table with them, Cilene quickly covers a cough upon hearing the mention of gold between the dwarf and the potential employer. "William? Be a dear and" <<something potentially sounding like an even worse cough>>

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in very poorly pronounced draconian:
"ask the armored small-fleshy about money?"

"Pardon me", she says looking at their inebriated table-mate. "I daresay there's something in the air here that is just a mite disagreeable. Where is that ale?"

Don't let this be the day I find a dwarf who understands that, eh, gods? I swear, I'll make the next donation twice as large as the last one, minus the usual ten percent, of course.

[Noldruk]

Kellin

Lifting his ale, Kellin takes a large gulp and blinks slightly at the two in front of him. The small talk had continued only briefly before his ears began focussing on a conversation of another type, happening very close.

...pay is 75 gold per guard, per day.. we pay 100 per day on any future work...
... man at the warehouse will see that you're paid...

Extending his index finger to his acquaintances, he stands quickly and moves towards the contract board. Waiting for the broad dwarf to finish chuckling to himself, he turns briefly to the table he just left. Both man and woman were staring at him curiously. Waving to them in a somewhat calming manner, he turns and locks eyes with the dwarf, catching the tail end of another conversation.

...'the name is Torkai.'

Allowing only a brief pause, Kellin stepped nearly between the two to add to the exchange, ''Master dwarf, I couldn't help but hearing your need for companions. I, most certainly, am interested in traveling and I believe I can find others to add to our three. I am Kellin.' Turning again to look at the two, he lifts his hand to beckon, a wide smile covering his face.

[Ilhares]

Cilene

"Wha- ", she began, only to realize the person she was mostly ignoring had just gotten up and wandered off.

That mothafu-

Being somewhat inappropriately offended at his lack of attention, Cilene turns to Coignar.

"Well, friend William, it does appear that the need for anything representing subtlety or tact is wasted at this point. To the nine hells with it, eh? Shall we simply approach them, or just invite them all to join us over here? I'll follow your lead on this one, hmm?"

[tehsnarf]

Coignar

Shrugging to Cilene, Coignar nods his agreement.

"Might as well, my dear. If nothing else, atleast we'll get out of this kobold's ass of an inn. After you..." he says, mockingly bowing for her to take the lead. Not waiting for her stand, he grabs his ale, takes a deep pull at it, and heads towards the dwarf.

Oi, stumpy! Don't you go anywhere without letting me talk to you. Holy hells, what is that smell? Gah! And I had my mouth open and everything. Seems the stew is a little more on the horrid side than I thought...

[SandDemon]

Durgrin

Taking the beer from Torkai as Burgoth moves toward the bar, he stops before drinking as the alarming amount of people suddenly show interest in his team. Looking over the crowd, he takes a moment deciding he's better off taking a drink to think. Engulfing a hearty pull from the tankard, he shivers as the ale taste comes alive on his tongue - damn horrible. Trying to forget the revolting ale, he takes a look over the group of misfits and tries to analyze them as he begins his little speech.

"Alright, alright...ya all interested I'm guessin', bunch o' broke sods I imagine. Tell ya names, if'n ya haven't yet, and what ya do - and why'd you'd be of use anyways. And ya don't know me, but leadin' this racket so ya best remember that." For dramatics, Durgrin raises his warhammer marked by Reorx which hums with power. "Any sods try lyin' ta me right now get's a face full of metal."

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Sense motive check for anyone trying to lie and a general hunch of the individuals in the group:(1d20+8)[12]

OOC: Warpriests have to be able to judge someone quickly on the battlefield, why I'm good at sense motive Assuming you can all reply before Berand posts again, so if you try and lie roll a Bluff check against what I roll. Failed means I know you lied. Berand can let me know if you're trustworthy from my roll when he posts.

[Ilhares]

[[ Apologies to Berand - I previewed originally and forgot to correct the die rolls to the actual values again ]]

Cilene

Approaching rapidly to step in front of Coignar (since everyone *except* the dwarf is taller than she is), Cilene speaks up in a clear but heavily-accented dwarven tongue, "Well then, dwarf, permit me to be the first. Well, mayhap not the first, but one hopes the first you'll consider. I'll let my associate speak for himself, but you may call me Mags. As I understand it, we'll actually be working for the other gent, but I would be pleased to work with you on whatever may be in store. Quality companionship isn't always easy to find."

Twitching her shoulder slightly, a small crystal mace slides down into her hand from underneath her cloak. Raising it slightly, she offers, "I would be more than pleased to show you, if you should desire a demonstration. Your armor looks like it would shield you well enough."

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While she hasn't technically given you any lies, I imagine the only thing that might get Durgrin twitchy, other than her attitude, would be that she hasn't presented her formal name. For the sake of the fun of rolling dice, however-

Should it be considered worth comparing, a bluff roll gives us: (1d20-2)[4]
Though not a threat, the offer to smack you with the mace was a minor attempt at intimidation, which is also: (1d20-2)[14]

Lastly, if for some insane reason you actually take her up on a demonstration, (1d20+7)[27] to hit. The trivialities of any damage or other nonsense can be dealt with only if absolutely necessary, I'll roll with it either way you like, Jon (and Jeff)

The mace was secured by a small cord lanyard, basically - just a loop that casually rests atop her shoulder. Practice keeps it in place during most situations.

[Noldruk]

Kellin

Watching carefully as the woman calling herself Mags hefts her crystal mace, Kellin casually sidesteps the exchange. Sighing and shaking his head slightly, he turns to look her in the eye.

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As he turned, Cilene was fairly certain she saw Kellin wink.

'My dear, I doubt that is necessary.' Motioning to her mace, he continues, 'as you well know, that weapon would likely shatter his breastplate or shield, alike. We would hardly want that to happen.' Shifting only slightly to allow himself to look at the dwarf, he adds, 'As I said before I am Kellin..' though leaning closer to finish in a light whisper, '..at one point studying to as an apprentice merchant and apothecary... my abilities lie in the arcane.'

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Here's a Bluff roll for the first sentence about Mags' mace - Everyone nearby should have heard what I said about it, too.
(1d20+9)[24]

[Sirrion]

Torkai

Taking another step back and hardly suppressing a grin, Torkai takes a quick look at the newcomers. Recognizing the pair from the ship, he inclines his head slightly, taking in the sight of the lady briefly before continuing the gaze to the slightly drunk man claiming to be a mage.

I do hope I do not end up with blood all over my clothes should this lady and the dwarf decide to go a round... I just purchased them.

As if in response to his thoughts, Torkai unconsciously takes a slight step back while sipping from his ale. Clearing his throat, he addresses the group by saying, "Well met, all of you. I am sure there is no need to shatter anyone's armor, bones or the like. Not to mention all the wasted ale and mess it would make. Allow me to introduce myself for those of you who might not have heard. I am called Torkai, and you will find no quicker hands with a dagger across Engoth!" With that, Torkai bows dramatically while holding the ale in one hand and drawing a dagger with a flourish with the other, before sheathing it again.

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In response to Kellin's bluff about Mags' mace, (1d20-1)[7] for sense motive.

And as far as the slight exageration about being the quickest hand with a dagger in Engoth, (1d20+8)[25] for bluff.

[Berand]

Round 3b

Now that we've established that Kellin hails from the city of Engoth:

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Kellin doesn't recognize the representative from the thieves guild that just left, but he certainly knows of him. The thieves are quite powerful in Engoth, not because they're particularly violent or bloody - that would bring major attention from the Knights, which they don't want (although they do their fair share of viloence, to be sure). Rather, they're business men with racketeering being one of their main enterprises. It's likely that nearly every merchant in the city pays them.

He does recognize the Engothian Silver Guild. They're a well-known merchant organization that owns lots of things and is pretty well-respected.

This represents the basic knowledge that anyone living in Engoth would pick up in a relatively short time. If anyone has a skill or background that would give them more detailed information, there will obviously be more we can address.

[tehsnarf]

Coignar

Catching up with Celine as she's about to splatter ass all over the place, Coignar puts a reassuring hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her down a bit. "What my fine companion here, I think means to say is, that we're both at your service, if you've not found anyone else to join you yet. If you have, well, I'm sure you'll let them down easily, because I think, as Mags here has already demonstrated, we're able and ready to make some coin. They call me William."

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Bluff roll for the name, and making myself appear less psychotic than Cilene, maybe? (1d20+4)[9]

Gods woman, if you splatter Stumpy here, we may be up **** creek without a paddle, gagged and hogtied, and heading out to sea...

[SandDemon]

Durgrin

Pausing for a moment, Durgrin sighs. Every time he says no lies, someone does - guess it's human nature or slight retardation, one of the two. Looking over the woman he smirks - There's no doubt she could hit me, but I'd probably kill her in a fight. No need to get messy, Reorx wouldn't approve of killing a lady smaller than me. Although she is lying...but so is everyone else in some way. Shaking his head in dismay, he looks over the others and hopefully looks around the Inn - it doesn't look like he has much of a choice. Always a blessing and always a curse, eh Reorx? He sizes them all up quickly and realizes he's alright in case they're all lying. Least it'll help me pay of the debt.

"Fine - looks like we got Torkai, Kellin, and two people claimin' ta be William and Mags. Guess it'll have to do, as long as ya aien't criminals." Durgrin squints his eyes and analyzes their reaction - he's got no desire to be with criminals. "Get ya **** togetha and let's head out."

Walking over to Burgoth, Durgrin sets his unfinished ale down and says calmly, "Alright, looks like we ready - we'll get the job done but aien't takin' no horses so we'll leave now. Durgrin leadin', Torkai, Kellin, William and Mags. North road, east at mountain, meet wagons, back tah warehouse. Anythin' else, boss?" He pushes the ale aside and waits for a response.

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Sense motive check for criminals....better hope this is horrible if you are - (1d20+8)[17]

[Ilhares]

Cilene

Inclining her head slightly at the dwarf (and having lowered the mace), Cilene laughs lightly.

<< While under direct scrutiny>>
"Indeed I will freely and readily admit to having had some issues with the law in the past, good dwarf, but I have moved on from those troublesome days and left such dangerous worries well behind.

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The woman speaks the literal truth, you don't get no steenkin' d20 this time, evil dwarf!

Watching the dwarf walk off to talk to the employer, she only raises one question. "Wait- what? What do you mean 'no horses'? It's a day's ride by horse, and we're supposed to escort the wagons. Can't very well do that on foot.

[SandDemon]

Durgrin

"Wagons aien't movin' fast full of goods, and he said ta be there by night tomorrow. We'll make it on foot by then - aien't a horse that can carry me and I aien't needin' no animal carrying me. That a problem, Mags?"

[Berand]

Round 4

Burgoth turns toward the dwarf, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and setting his mug of ale down. "Well that was fast, master dwarf. As you will then, just try to have our caravan back by nightfall, day after tomorrow. Time is money, you know!" He grins.

He idly watches the exchange regarding the horses. "From past experience, I imagine you could make the trip on foot in about 12 hours, if you move quick and don't dally." He glances out the window and squints. "Figure you could make it there by 10pm or so, if you were ready to go. Horses would get you there hours earlier, but the dwarf is right, you'll easily be able to walk along with the wagons on the way back. They'll be filled with silver, after all."

He looks the group over, briefly assessing their capabilities. Apparently surmising that everyone looks capable enough, he turns back to Durgrin and nods. "Well then, have a good journey."

Before you leave the homely waitress runs over with the bread and dried meat that Coignar ordered on Kellin's coin.

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Add 2 days rations to everyone's list.

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If the group is ready to head out, everyone should post saying so. If you need to make any stops for supplies or anything else before you go, mention it now. Also need to know if Cilene and Coignar are riding with the group or walking, since they're the only two with horses.